As the saying goes, the nature of the country is easy to change, and if it is not for earth-shaking changes, it will be difficult to change the mind, in fact, the predecessor who created this method is also because he walked out of the grassland, I don't know how much he has experienced, and his concept has changed.

This is also the main reason why most of the disciples of the Dao Sect come from Middle-earth, not because the cultivators are unfair, but because they really have no hope of achieving the Great Dao.

Seeing through this layer, Chen Fusheng did not feel that a month's hard work was in vain, but the heart of Xiang Dao was invisibly purer, but he originally planned to stay here for a while longer, but now he suddenly had the idea of leaving.

Watching the old shaman put away the three books, Chen Fusheng arched his hand and said: "I have already commented out this exercise according to the contract, even if our deal is reached, the Yinshan Department has just landed here, your old man must be riddled with all things, but he still has to protect the Dharma under him, which really makes me unhappy, and the younger generation is not good to be cheeky and bothered, so I will leave." ”

The old shaman obviously didn't think about it, and after Chen Fusheng introduced the three books, he suddenly changed color, and said that he was about to leave, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Chen has done us two a great favor, and is a good friend of our Yinshan Department, and we grassland people attach the most importance to feelings, and we know how to repay our kindness, why don't you stay and let us set up a banquet for a few days?"

"This is a mistake, I said that it was your Yinshan Department to let me see the inheritance of the great shaman, and I will take action for your Yinshan Department and the shaman of the Yan tribe to fight a method, and then annotate my understanding and perception, this is a transaction, how can it be favored?

Chen Fusheng shook his head and said.

"Then don't you say goodbye to Zhao Yanyan and their companions, don't say goodbye, isn't it the etiquette of being friends, isn't Daqi the most particular about this?"

The old shaman had an idea and opened his mouth to persuade.

"My husband doesn't know, Zhao shopkeeper they brought me here is another transaction, naturally not a friend, when they took me to the foot of Changbai Mountain, the deal has already been reached, but I hope that the old man will help me tell them to thank the brother surnamed Ye for me, if there is a chance in the future, I will naturally go back to thank him." ”

After saying this, before the old shaman could speak again, Chen Fusheng waved his sleeves and threw an object, and then jumped forward.

At the foot of the mountain is a branch of the Songhua River, the north is bitterly cold, and the river surface is still vast and completely frozen.

The momentum of the body falling naturally knocked the snowflakes on the ice, revealing a thick surface of ice.

Chen Fusheng's body turned upside down, the green bamboo sword on his waist was already out of the sheath, and with a stroke, the sword light slashed, and a three-foot hole had already appeared in front of him.

The True Water of the Northern Darkness had naturally operated to protect his body, but he didn't wet the Dao robe on his body at all.

When Chen Fusheng fell into the water, the old shaman realized that Chen Fusheng had left, and when he looked out, the river was vast, and even the hole was condensed again by him with the true water of the North Darkness after Chen Fusheng entered the water, but where could he find the traces?

With a low sigh, the old shaman turned around, and was attracted by the thing that had been planted in the ground.

It's the black wolf flag.

On that day, Chen Fusheng did not return the black banner after fighting with the shaman, but kept it with the statement that he needed to learn from the techniques in it to explain the set of techniques.

That black banner is already one of the most powerful magic weapons in the Yinshan Department, and it is like a precious thing, Chen Fusheng needs to use this magic weapon to cover up his identity that he is not from the Hu people, and those people in the Yinshan Department have no choice but to agree.

When he still refused to return it after fighting, many strange voices appeared, suspecting that Chen Fusheng was greedy for the power of this magic weapon, and he became ignorant.

The old shaman was not without this idea in his heart, but in his opinion, if he could win over Chen Fusheng, it would be much more cost-effective than a magic weapon that could not exert all the power in his hand, so he not only suppressed this voice in the clan, but also did not mention this stubble in front of Chen Fusheng.

Unexpectedly, Chen Fusheng returned this powerful magic weapon directly.

At this moment, Chen Fusheng and Yinshan are really irrelevant.

The old shaman picked up the black banner with a red-eyed black wolf floating on the surface, and tried to cross the shallow mana in his body, only to feel that it was extremely smooth to reach the deepest part of the black banner that he had never reached before.

Kuroba responded with a few black gases and poked around, this was the level he had to exhaust his mana to be able to do before, where was it so easy now.

With an exclamation, the old shaman hurriedly checked the black flag, and he couldn't see anything in the higher prohibitions, but although the appearance was roughly the same as before, there were many changes in the subtleties.

Not only is the gray-white banner bent in the past, and the places that do not look very pleasing to the eye have become extremely flat and close to the hand, but they are also as white as jade, and the tentacles are smooth.

However, the banner surface seems to be made of the best silk of Daqi, smooth as new, faintly inky, and even the black wolf on it has become a little more agile.

Obviously, Chen Fusheng used his own mana to refine it.

The old shaman shrunk the black banner back into his hand, but there was not much joy, and he stared blankly at the river, invisibly invisibly suggesting that he had lost something far more important than this magic weapon.

Not to mention that the old shaman suddenly had an idea, Chen Fusheng felt that his heart was happy to the extreme.

There is a way to give grace and not forget to repay it.

Those who have received favor are often greedy and want to ask the other person to give them too much, otherwise they will turn favor into hatred.

Hatred sprouted in his heart, and he cursed as a matter of course, just to let you help a little, it is no different for you than raising your finger, why don't you want to help,

But I never thought that people are not your father and mother, why should they make cattle and horses for you, and serve before and after the saddle.

Here you go, that's my freedom.

It's my right not to give.

And what name do you want to use my freedom to deprive me of my rights?

And do you think it's really that easy?

Looking through the history books, although such examples have existed for a long time, Chen Fusheng has not experienced much after all, and he has never seen this kind of person.

And this old shaman in the Yinshan Department gave Chen Fusheng such an illusion.

Although Chen Fusheng said that the two sides were offset, but in fact, the difference was too far, for the Yinshan Department, it was just a useless magic trick to avoid the crisis of the dead clan, and he reaped the annotated exercises in vain, which can be said to be a big profit.

And Chen Fusheng has two major inheritances, this thing is not even the icing on the cake for him, and it is impossible for him to put aside the dignified avenue and not go, and he is willing to take action to cultivate this kind of second-rate exercise in his eyes, most of which is because he saw the pity of the Yin Mountain Department.